July 12, 2007
A morning stop at Top Pot and McDonald's (Yes, I'm trying to kill myself) led me on a detour to work and right into a traffic light cop-trap and subsequent ticket. I saw the tiny "right turn only during arbitrary hours of the day - like right now" sign too late and Che Whitey Motorcycle Cop jumped on me like a vulture on a rotting water buffalo.
I've determined that your probability of getting a traffic ticket is directly proportionate to the degree of sexual satisfaction or frustration of the officer pulling you over. Obviously my cop hasn't had his chain yanked in a long, long, long time, because he read me the riot act about my heinous traffic crimes while angrily writing me a ticket.
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